My great things are behind me. My regrets-- [Nadya.
If whoever-they-were wanted him for some great thing it was not to rescue his daughter; if they were as human as the man before him they would want what mortals had always wanted from elves: rescue from war, from sickness, from starvation, and damn the cost to their rescuers.
He hisses through his fangs, bares them--tries again to flatten his talons and fails again.] Your masters won't fix them.
[Step into lunging step and he grabs for the mage, slamming both hands palm-first against the shield.]
Let me go.
[Somewhere in his head it's turned into a negotiation.]
no subject
If whoever-they-were wanted him for some great thing it was not to rescue his daughter; if they were as human as the man before him they would want what mortals had always wanted from elves: rescue from war, from sickness, from starvation, and damn the cost to their rescuers.
He hisses through his fangs, bares them--tries again to flatten his talons and fails again.] Your masters won't fix them.
[Step into lunging step and he grabs for the mage, slamming both hands palm-first against the shield.]
Let me go.
[Somewhere in his head it's turned into a negotiation.]